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ARTHUR AND THE BUNKER OF DOOM

  (The usual corner of the Mason's Arms. Arthur, as always, is reading.)
   
Gordon What's that you're reading?
Arthur It's called "The Martial Law Survival Guide."
Gordon I don't think Gordon Brown that desperate. Well, not yet.
Arthur No, no. I'm preparing for the state of emergency which will arise when
  the Americans take over the planet.
Gordon Didn't they already do that?
Arthur Well politically, yes. I'm getting ready for the coming global geophysical crisis.
Gordon I hadn't heard about that. They don't write and tell me things any more.
Arthur I hate to tell you this, Gordon. But we're all doomed.
Gordon Are we? Should I get another couple of pints in?
Arthur There's this volcano in Washington state. Mount St Helens. And Thelma says that when it next…
  you know… erupts… there will be world-wide chaos and catastrophe, and the governments of
  the world will all impose martial law, and people like you and me will be all be put up against
  a wall and shot.
Gordon Ri-i-ight…
Arthur She says it's one of the disasters prophesied by Nostradamus.
Gordon Mind you, she said Nostradamus prophesised disaster when your Nigel got married.
Arthur Yes.. but that was a disaster.
Gordon I can't quite see how he'd know five hundred years ago that your Nigel would run off with the
  pizza delivery girl at the wedding reception.
Arthur There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Gordon…
Gordon I suppose it worked out all right in the end. And she did have extra topping. All right, but what's
  this volcano got to do with us? I mean… Washington state. It's hardly down the end of the
  road, is it?
Arthur It's not just a volcano -- it's a supervolcano. It might even destroy the whole of America.
Gordon Ah… so not all bad news, then?
Arthur The whole planet could be affected. It's not just a little local calamity. We're facing destruction
  on a planetary scale. The super-volcano will shoot out hot lava and rocks and stuff seventy-
  five miles high. Seventy-five miles. And the ash will block out the sun for… oh, years. The
  temperature of the planet will plummet. We could face another Ice-Age.
Gordon Well… that should help with global warming.
Arthur It's nothing to joke about, Gordon. I mean, we're talking about a crisis here. Something needs to
  be done, and done quickly.
Gordon Yes…. so when is this going to happen, this global destruction?
Arthur Any time in the next three million years.
Gordon Ah…
Arthur So you see, don't you, we have to be prepared for this. Because in the wake of the explosion,
  there will be famine, and drought and social upheaval.
Gordon A-weeping and a-wailing and a-gnashing of teeth.
Arthur Precisely.
Gordon Not your Thelma, of course, 'cos she hasn't got any teeth.
Arthur No.
Gordon So what action is the government taking?
Arthur You can't rely on the government. They're politicians. They'd bungle it.
Gordon Of course.
Arthur Besides, the government will all be cowering in this massive underground citadel they've built,
  under the Mall.
Gordon Q Whitehall.
Arthur Exactly, Q Whitehall. At the first sign of trouble, they'll be down there like rats in a sewer.
Gordon (Alarmed) My God, we don't want that.
Arthur No.
Gordon I mean, they might breed down there. Imagine hundreds of little Hazel Blears, running about
  and minding everyone's business.
Arthur No, it'll be up to the private citizen to ensure personal survival. And that's why I'm taking a
  series of measures to make sure Thelma and I come through unscathed.
Gordon So what are you going to do?
Arthur Well, for a start, I'm going to fill the bath with water.
Gordon Really? I hadn't realised you'd go that far.
Arthur Desperate times call for desperates measures.
Gordon Yes. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you do that every week or so anyway.
Arthur This will be for drinking.
Gordon I don't like the sound of that -- drinking your own bath-water.
Arthur No this will be drinking water. In times to come, we won't be able to waste water on personal
  hygiene. No, this will be for emergency use, for… you know… when the reservoirs dry up, and
  nothing comes out of the taps, and that's when they'll introduce martial law.
Gordon Can they do that? I mean, I know Thames Water can enter your home without askingh, but --
Arthur No, the government.
Gordon Sorry -- I thought, in this scenario, they were all keeping their heads down and breeding under
  the Mall.
Arthur And of course, I'll have to buy a gun. Several guns.
Gordon Sorry, I -- I don't follow.
Arthur Because there'll be social unrest. Mobs of starving people, rioting in the streets. There'll be a
  massive crime wave. Vandalism… hooliganism...
Gordon All foretold by Nostradamus.
Arthur And I'll need a gun, to protect Thelma.
Gordon Who from?
Arthur I'll need to keep her safe from sexual predators.
Gordon I would've thought she was already fairly safe.
Arthur The police force will be powerless to stop it.
Gordon So… much like today, then.
Arthur And there'll be an enormous increase in the number of burglaries.
Gordon People trying to steal your bath-water.
Arthur Exactly. I'll need some method of keeping them -- you know -- at bay.
Gordon Not having a bath should do that.
Arthur You can scoff, Gordon, but I'm trying to address a problem. If I hear an intruder trying to force
  the lock on the French windows -- I'll give him one warning --
Gordon Do you feel lucky, punk?
Arthur -- and if he ignores it, then -- bang! He'll be blown away.
Gordon I'm pretty sure there's a bye-law against that.
Arthur I don't care. Because in that situation, I'll be the law. You were quoting Dirty Harry?
Gordon I was.
Arthur Meet Dirty Arthur.
Gordon Anyway… where are you going to buy a gun? They're not exactly easy to come by.
   
  (A pause while Arthur thinks.)
   
Arthur Halford's.
Gordon You can't go to Halfords.
Arthur Why not?
Gordon Because they're absolutely useless. The assistants are all about fifteen with terminal acne.
  And what are you going to say?
Arthur Well I'll say -- I want to buy the latest Kalashnikof.
Gordon And they'll say -- wait here while we fetch the rozzers. So what else are you planning?
Arthur Well --we'll start hoarding food and other provisions.
Gordon Oh yes? In the spare bedroom, that sort of thing?
Arthur No… we'll be constructing a blast-proof underground bunker.
Gordon That's going to be enormously hard work, isn't it?
Arthur It has to be done, Gordon. Nothing is worth anything without personal sacrifice and suffering,
  toil and pain. Thelma's starting the dig tonight.
Gordon You're not -- er -- taking part in that?
Arthur Well, I would. Obviously I would. But I've still got this back trouble… And besides, there's
  all the planning to be done.
Gordon It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. So where is this bunker?
Arthur Down at the allotments.
Gordon The Council are going to notice her digging aren't they?
Arthur And that's why she'll be digging by night. Because the Council won't be watching the allotments
  by night.
Gordon They'll be out pubbing and clubbing, will they? And spending the ratepayers' money.
Arthur She'll dig by night, and then… on her way home in the morning… she'll release all the dirt she's
  hidden in her slacks.
Gordon Right… well, I can see you've put a lot of thought into this.
Arthur Thinking ahead -- that's the secret. Because it could be me and Thelma who prove to be the
  last two survivors of the human race.
Gordon Oh right. Because of course, it'll be down to the two of you repopulate the planet.
   
  (A pause.)
   
Arthur I hadn't thought of that.
Gordon Or were you planning to let the sexual predators do that?
Arthur I may need to re-think parts of the plan.
Gordon Have to stay flexible.
Arthur Indeed. But the important thing, of course, is that even as the red-hot volcanic ash rains down
  from the skies…
Gordon … and the molten lava inches its way up the front path…
Arthur … the really crucial thing -- is not to panic. Shall we have another?
Gordon Good idea. Cheers!
   
   
  © Leonard Morley 2009
   


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